Editor's Note: This Facebook post, by a man who goes by Autistic Living, is reprinted with his permission.
I may make a lot of jokes, say outrageous things, and avoid the touchy-feely stuff as much as possible............ but it DOES hit me. Usually when I least expect it.
A few days ago I picked up a new toolbox through some masterful ebay bidding. The owner was PISSED, because it was a $13,000 toolbox. I won the auction at barely a fraction of that.
I thought I was buying a used toolbox, which at the price I paid was still an amazing deal.
When my neighbor and I arrived at the place to pick it up, there it was. The plastic film is still on it. It had never been used.
So tonight, sitting in the garage only a few moments ago I thought "I need to put a few coats of wax on this thing."
Snap-on tool boxes are not painted, but "powder coated". It's shiny and looks like regular paint, but the application process is different. I've owned their stuff before, and always waxed them with regular wax I use on my truck. But because this one is basically new, I thought I would research it a bit more and figure out the best wax to use for the finish.
Google, google, google, and I arrive at a message board for motor-heads.
I found a thread on waxing professional tool boxes. I read through the posts, la la la, looking for some opinions on wax.
Then I read those words, that flipped a switch in me that put me where I am now. Probably in one of these most depressed moods I've been in, in a very long time. Here are the words:
"Yes i am looking to protect my investment the box is a Snap on kra2411 not the biggest or the most expensive but it's mine and it's fully paid for and i would like to hand it down to my son when the time comes but i don't think that Snap on clearcoats their boxes. I have to admit that i am fairly anal about keeping my box and organized but that's the way i am"
Well, I wont be passing any of my tools or boxes on to my son. I'm sure they'll be sold when I'm gone, to help pay for his care. I doubt I can even leave him with advice, or knowledge, as I'm not sure he even understands me beyond basic instructions and simple comments. In fact, other than money, I doubt I'll be leaving anything to my son, because he wont have a use for anything but money to pay for his care.
Sometimes I wish autism were a guy. Some evil guy like "Dracula" in a black cape, running through the streets, sucking the voices and cognitive ability away from our children.
Because then? Then I could hunt the fucker like a dog, and drive a stake right through the middle of his heart. Twice.